They say a rose by any other name is still a rose. I wonder if the same is true of the port where Crystal Serenity docked yesterday? I don’t think I can explain what I am talking about better, or in a more confusing way, that Wikipedia does it: The city was named Nauplia in ancient Greek and Latin. In Byzantine Greek, several variants were used, including Naúplion, Anáplion, and Anáplia. In modern Greek, the town is now called Nafplio, although English continues to employ Nafplion, Navplion, and Nauplia as well. Crystal’s Reflections, a publication that is distributed each evening to staterooms, tells us that we were in Navplion, but the city refers to itself as Nafplion in documents printed in English, and in Greek, well, I’m looking now, and it certainly is Greek to me.
Our goal in Nevermindplion was to walk the grounds of the Fortress of Palamidi. There are two ways to get there: 1) by taxi, five kilometers from town and who knows how many euros; or 2) by ascending steps numbering 999 or perhaps 857 (the number is in dispute and not as easy to count as you would think). It’s not a nice joke to make perhaps, but is there any wonder that Greece is in crisis?
The fortress sits 220 meters above the sea on the summit of Palamidi. Yes, we got some gorgeous views of the city below and Crystal Serenity anchored in the distance on a day that saw temperatures exceed 100F.
We weren’t alone in trekking to the top. We passed probably two dozen others during the 20 minutes in took us to ascend all of the steps. Luckily, we brought along and consumed two large bottles of water. The sun was searing.
The fortress was built between 1711 and 1715, so technically it’s older than America, at least an independent America, but then everything over here is older than our young nation.